The Art of Depression: Saoirse Love


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THE DARKNESS by Saoirse Love

Gathering all around
Enclosing me inside
Like a ruined walled castle garden
With no castle left to protect

Where am I ?
What am I ?
Are there others here ?
No, I am alone
Nobody to come out and play

Mammy, mammy
Can Saoirse come out to play ?

Where did they all go ?
I see hundreds of faces
Flashing past
Turning into one
My own

I’m all that I’m here with
A child ?
An adult ?
In the darkness

Dark, dark days and nights
Becoming so small
I hardly recognise myself
A shell
A shrivelled wreck
A half-person

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